Im leaving work when I see it- the fire. It's not happening in front of me, but I'm seeing the Forever 21 burn down. Girls are crying and kissing their cheap fashion store goodbye, and there's a guy laughing hysterically as if to say he wishes it had been his fault, but it's what I see afterwards that surprises me. The same girl I'd seen fighting a bus driver in my vision is running in the rain in the opposite direction of the store. Her face is saying shit shit shit shit and I know she's done it.
When the visions done, I'm standing in front of a Jehovah witness who's attempting to thrust a bible into my hand. "No thanks, I don't want it."
"I want to tell you about Jesus... How old are you? You look so young and Jesus could use you."
"I've been used thanks. Have a nice one though." The Jehovah witness grabs my arm one last time, but I snatch it and say, "Let off me, GODDAMN!" She gasps at my insensitivity and I smirk at my effectiveness as she walks away offended. Yonnie 1. Jehovah Witnesses 0.
As I'm tallying the score in my head, my stomach growls so I head to Casa D' Waffles for, well, waffles. I scoot into a little booth and peer around. I see a woman check her phone and frown. Guess I'm not the only one lonely in this town. She looks at a newspaper and her face lights up as she dials a number frantically. I imagine a conversation she has with someone trying to sell homes or looking to hire a house maid and I start to think about the first time I searched in a phone book. I was seven and my mom wanted me to find the number for the nearest pizzeria in town.
"Breathe Yonnie. You can do this. Do like i told you and you'll do fine." If I'd done what she told me six months ago, I'd probably be in a hell hole somewhere. She'd always been so demanding about money, but I could never be an escort. I'm too...misunderstood.
"Hel-lo! What can I get you?"
"Oh sorry, just some waffles." When I look up, its the girl from my visions, except she's not being arrested or running from a crime she just committed.
"Long night, huh?" She wipes her hands on her apron and raises her eyebrows at me.
I want to kick myself when I say something I wouldn't normally say to a stranger from my visions. "You should let me read your palm," I say hesitantly. I think I'm losing my mind.
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